Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a y'all
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga
Reportin' to these live from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the
Find a hoodrat and to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring

You find a bitch don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
From to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two before they came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word